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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"My saviour!" he said, flopping onto his back and holding a dramatic hand to his chest, an amused sniff. "I mean I'm sure she can cope with meeting everyone, but if Mum gets all enthusiastic and starts grilling her, or Jess for that matter..." he trailed off, pretty sure Seamus would recognise his mother's particular brand of benevolent interrogation. One that Jess had picked up.

Uncrossing his legs he just allowed himself to lay back, stroking Seamus' hair idly. It was stupidly relaxing, and he was half wondering if he might drop off with the comforting weight of Seamus' head on his leg. The position was a bit different to how they usually curled up on the sofa, but being back in a place where they could do this was so good. Not just because it was comfortable, but also because it calmed the portion of his brain that had been taken up worrying about their situation on top of all the stress about the show. "Okay, works for me," he said, reaching out and finding a pack of sweets and tearing it open with his teeth so he didn't have to stop petting Seamus' hair. Such a good decision to do this.